Words hinder it Never been a poet Wake up get a bag Go home pass out from the stress Early mornings for minimum wage Cause I have my needs to pay Use whatever makes the days easier Then I gotta do it all over It ain't real It's a mirage I ain't here In the sauce It helps me paint what I'm missing and what's clear All the finer details of what's truly real But I still cant describe what dependence is or how it really feels I scream into the void but the echo's sound too deep Paint a mural from the vibrations of the screams Transparent but hard not to be If I get to paradise before you I'll save you a seat It's just staring back at me It's just staring right at me